Marlowe is absolutely obsessed with building. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it. And I know I’ve posted pictures of her towers on instagram before. I mean, huge block towers…. that were even taller than her! That’s impressive. She’s got a steady hand, that little one. I know I’m a biased mom, but it’s really mind blowing the things she builds. Not just the skill that goes into each structure, but also the creativity.
If you haven’t noticed, her new jam lately has been legos. Legos all the live long day. Wakes up, builds things. Post lunch, builds things. Before bed, builds things. I think it’s one of the most amazing things in the world. I cant help but tell her how amazing it would be, to decide to be an architect when she grows up. My selling point? The world needs more colorful buildings. Yes, she’s three, so she’s got a long way to go until she really decides on anything, but sometimes, some people… they just know. I hope and I think it would be amazing, if this was that for her— the knowing.
I feel like I missed a pretty big lesson or point where I should have learned that art can be done for a living. I always leaned that way— towards the creating side. Art schools? Design schools? Realizing I could make a career or a living from home design or landscape design? That wasn’t real life for me growing up. My art was loved by my parents and my creativity was accepted, but art was not a career. I mean, I watched HGTV like a crazy person from the youngest age. Home design shows, all day long, but stepping towards the direction or realizing that I could turn my creative passions into a career? I missed that. Landscape design was by far my favorite course in college, but I only took my intro class once I was in my junior year— where I should have signed up three years earlier just to have any chance of getting in the program. I know it’s one of those things, where it’s never too late…. and that’s mostly true. But I don’t think or plan on those things happening now. I love where I am now, even without those things. But still, I cant help but wonder and think how nice would it have been to realize those things for myself at a much, much younger age? Where would I be now?
It’s life really. Sometimes you miss things. Sometimes you learn new things. Sometimes you figure it all out very young—or sometimes much too late. And sometimes, like me, you take a longer path to maybe turn creative passions and missed points, into something else you really enjoy. Well, whatever it is that Marlowe decides to do, I hope she finds it early. And I hope to really teach her, and maybe slightly push her, to harvest the gifts and skills she holds to turn them into…. well, into whatever it is she wants. I’m sure it’ll be amazing.
ps. speaking of college (I know I don’t often)… An ohdeardrea reader is writing her doctoral dissertation on women’s experience reading blogs. If you’d like to, HERE is the link
to her study’s survey. Don’t worry, it’ll only take a few minutes— and it’s fun— if you like surveys. I’ll be honest, I kind of like them! 😉